Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Door




I used to pass by that door
Whenever I went to school.
Never saw it open,
Never heard a sound.
Just a closed door,
Colors fading in the sun.

I was very curious
About what was behind it:
Maybe a lonely ghost
Sitting in the dark
Just waiting for a toast
When he'd be remembered?




3 comments:

  1. Lindo!
    Amei ler amiga Ana, aqui a inspiração está em alta!
    Abraços bem apertados!

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  2. Lindo e eu aqui me deliciando em exercitar meu inglês .... rs

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  3. Ficou Belíssimo Ana!... Parabéns por tanta beleza em diagramação e versos.

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